life in alaska

"ABBADEE!!!" - this is Carson's battlecry. It precedes, at dinner, the throwing of applesauce, mashed potatoes, or other mushy foods. It's what he yells when he runs into the room, it just his catch-all yell these days.

Emmie: Momma, does the world go on when I'm asleep?


Me - (Feeding them cheese) Brady, do you like cheese?
Brady - Yeth, Ma'am.
Me - Carson, do you like cheese?
Carson - CHEESY CHEESY CHEESY CHEESY!

That's often the difference between them - C yells his answers (often babbling) and B's a little more polite and specific...

I was feeding Brady yogurt and calling Carson to come up to the table. Brady took it upon himself to begin yelling "CAR-CUN! EAT YAY-YO!" over and over. He's hilarious. A little bossy (but he talks more.)

Carson is a man of few words, but spits them out when necessary. Yesterday it was "mo appa-saucey!" and tonight "Elmo ba-ba" for his sippy cup that has Elmo on it. They live for Elmo.

It's bedtime - I'm off to snuggle the bugs.

This morning it went something like this (overheard from my room):

Carson - Ha ha ha.
Brady - Ha ha ha.
C - Elmo.
B - Elmo!
C - Emmie!
B - Emmie. Elmo. Ha ha ha.
C - Ha ha!
B - Book.
C - Book. Elmo.
B - Emmie!
C - Emmie!
B - Ba-ba.
C - Elmo ba-ba.
B - Emmie.
C - Emmie!
B - Emmie!
C - Emmie!
B - Elmo. Ha ha
C - Ha ha ha.
(Conversation cycles indefinitely along those lines.)

Logan is counting down (has been all afternoon) the hours/minutes until church. Why is my son so excited to go tonight? Because his Dad is preaching? No. It's the ice cream afterward. Ice cream sandwiches, to be exact. He's stoked.

Emmie just randomly exclaimed "Praise the Lord for grapes! I love grapes."

At lunch Jeff asked the kids what they learned in church today and they were all giving their answers. I looked at Brady and said "Did you go to your class and sing songs and play with your friends?" He grinned and said "Bible!"